“Didn’t know myself. Thought I’d ride over from Iredale’s place on spec’.”
“And you’re come from there now?” asked Mrs. Malling.
Prudence looked up eagerly.
“Yes; I’ve just bought all his stock for a Scotch client of mine.”
“Scotch?” Sarah turned away with a motion of disgust.
“What, has George sold all his beasties at last?” exclaimed the farm-wife.
“Why, yes. Didn’t you know? He’s giving up his ranch.”
Robb looked round the table in surprise. There was a pause. Then Mrs. Malling broke it––
“He has spoken of it––hinted. But we wasn’t expectin’ it so soon. He’s made his pile.”